The Scapegoat - Angelcorpse

I who wait and writhe and wrestle

With air that hath no boughs to nestle

My body weary of empty clasp

Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp

Give me the sign of the Open Eye

And the token erect of the thorny thigh

And the word of madness and mystery

Scapegoat

I am a man

Do as thou wilt as a great god can

I am awake

In the grip of the snake

The eagle slashes with beak and claw

The gods withdraw

The great beasts come

Scapegoat

Goat of thy flock I am gold I am god

Flesh to thy bone — flower to thy rod

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox

All-devourer — all-bequetter

And I rave

And I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting — world without end

Scapegoat

(From «Hymn to Pan» by Aleister Crowley)